Melancholy strain...

At a distance 

A sad song being heard

Curiosity increased ,

Saw a cuckoo, with it's sweet voice 

Singing  , surrounded by bird(s)flocking it's feathers with happiness...

Been  resting and singing on the branch 

for long hours with noticed sadness,

asked her singing had  melancholy strain ...Even though beautiful..

" proud of my singing , but , my curse 

lost the basic instinct of building a

nest.

Admire the birds have their nest and their ability  to make nest..

In vein  to learn the nest making art  from  a tailor bird ...

My beak  not that long and sharp  enough to build a nest ...

Failed in all attempts  and all others were jealous of my scintillating voice , failed to understand the pain and strain in my inner feelings.....

Gifting  my voice to seek help,

the only option , which is a blessing in disguise ,

Friend crow understood my inner voice 

and willingly  lend a helping

 hand ,built a nest ....

For which I am indebted throughout my life time and beyond ....